When he heard Xia Ning say that he was passing, Wu Yong thought that he had heard it wrong.

This time, many top-notch students from the Academy of Fine Arts did not enter the main competition, can you do it as a guy from the Academy of Fine Arts?

That's surprising, too.

"No. 43, Wu Yong!"

"Number 44, Xia Ning!"

"What a coincidence, you're one in front of me." Hearing his name and serial number, Xia Ning smiled and continued to line up.

Xia Ning? It's a familiar name.

After thinking about it carefully for a while, Wu Yong suddenly remembered that there was a dark horse in this preliminary competition, and the movement was not small at that time, but because he didn't pay much attention at the time, he ignored it later.

Could it be that the dark horse is the kid in front of him?

"I underestimated you when I saw it, but even if you can pass the preliminary round, you will still not be my opponent in the main match." Wu Yong still had a domineering posture, looking at Xia Ning from above.

"Ah, yes, yes, you're right." Xia Ning didn't want to continue to fight with him, and followed the crowd into the arena.

With a snort, Wu Yong also walked in.

In the venue, the brightly dressed hostess walked out with a hand card, and after a classic polite remark, the main competition of the "City Painting Cup" began.

"No. 1, Cai Yongjia."

Hearing the name, a somewhat balding boy walked out with the work.

This appearance caused some people to whisper.

"I didn't expect that the first one to go was Cai Yongjia, but he was the one with the best painting skills in the class."

"I guess it's stable, I once watched his painting process before, both the highlights and the projection are very good, not like a student's handwriting at all."

"I think so too, the top three shouldn't be a problem."

The boys took to the stage and presented their work.

It is painted with the famous Dragon City Bridge.

Across the river, magnificent.

on drawing paper,

The traffic is incessant, and the sails are sailing.

It perfectly depicts the thriving trend of Dragon City.

Some of the students who were waiting had already begun to give up.

I didn't think that the first work was already so good, which really made the students behind a little embarrassed.

"Well, it's good that you can draw like this at your age." Wang Hongliang took the sketch and looked at it, and heard the words of praise in his mouth for the first time in a long time, "The picture of the work is relatively full, and it is bold and beautiful in the use of lines and colors." ”

"It's just that there are still some deficiencies in expressing the characteristics and structural relationships of the body, but in general, it is already very good."

After speaking, he handed the sketch to the judge next to him, and glanced at Wu Tianhe next to him.

found that the other party was still closing his eyes, drinking tea leisurely, and suddenly had an answer in his heart.

After reading it, the other judges also gave some praise.

Hearing this, Cai Yongjia walked down with the sketch with satisfaction.

"Wow, I didn't expect Wang Hongliang, who wanted to be strict, to give such a high evaluation, it's over."

"If I knew that my opponents were so strong, I wouldn't have come!"

"I'm already starting to rot, destroy, hurry."

The audience gradually complained, among them was Chen Chuhuan, who was the most nervous now.

The pressure started to mount, but the game went on.

With the name of the host's store, the second contestant took the stage, and the atmosphere began to become more and more anxious.

I don't know how long later, seeing a contestant get off the stage, the host glanced at the hand card and said slowly: "No. 40, Chen Chuhuan!" ”

Hearing that she was shouting her name, Chen Chuhuan was stunned for a moment, and then glanced at her best friend who was cheering for herself outside the court.

She took a deep breath and slowly walked up to the stage, coming to the judges with some tension.

"Don't be nervous, although we are judges, we are also teachers, we will chat as usual, it's fine." Seeing that the other party was a little nervous, Wang Hongliang comforted.

Trying to calm her beating heart, Chen Chuhuan showed the sketch in front of the judges: "My work is called "Happiness". ”

"Happiness?" When Wang Hongliang heard this, his eyebrows raised slightly.

It's not that the name is bad, it's because it covers too much meaning.

What is happiness? How to explain it?

These are not the same, because for a thousand readers, there are a thousand who are who.

What's more, it is not easy to reflect it in a painting.

When she heard the girl say her name, not only Wang Hongliang and other judges, but also Wu Tianhe, who had been closing his eyes, also opened his eyes, and his afterglow was slightly aimed at the work.

Several of the judges glanced at each other and began to look at the drawings.

After a while, Wu Tianhe, who was the first to look at the work, suddenly sighed softly, and his eyes widened slightly.

But it didn't last long, and it was taken back, but the corners of his mouth rose a little.

Chen Chuhuan's painting depicts an old man, a middle-aged woman and a child.

The old man was lying on a chaise longue, enjoying the shade under the tree, shaking a fan in his hand, smiling and squinting.

The woman was driving away the chickens and ducks, and the warm sun shone on her face, which was extraordinarily peaceful.

The child is holding the football, and his dirty face is full of smiles, and he is happy to do it.

As soon as you look at it, you can guess the relationship between several people.

Over the years, there have been many paintings of human figures.

But Wang Hongliang and others saw a kind of warmth in this painting, as if it really existed in front of them.

"To be honest, your painting is very ordinary at first glance, but after a closer look, there is another meaning, the perspective relationship of the whole painting is accurate, the collocation of space and color is relatively complete, and you have a very good control of the details, which is very good!"

"Your talent is high!"

Several judges gave high praise, especially Wang Hongliang, and of course, Wu Tianhe, who has not spoken.

Although he didn't say a word, his expression spoke for itself.

Hearing the praise of the judges, Chen Chuhuan was not very happy, but relieved.

In fact, before she came, she was actually very unconfident in her work.

Especially after seeing so many excellent paintings, I was even more hasty.

It's okay now, it's finally over.

"Thank you, judges!" bowed politely, and Chen Chuhuan stepped off the stage.

Subsequently, several players came to the stage, but the reviews were not too good, and they were more or less flawed.

Looking at the hand card many times, the host said: "No. 43, Wu Yong!" ”

Hearing the name, almost everyone looked up, including the judges present.

They are also familiar with this student.

Known as the genius of the Academy of Fine Arts, he used a painting to get all the judges present in the preliminary competition, and his strength is not bad.

Shaking his bangs, Wu Yong stepped onto the stage casually, his eyes proud.

He is extremely confident in his work.

"My work is 'The Watchmen'"

Slowly open the sketch and carefully place it in front of the judges.

Wu Tianhe, who was sitting on the side, had already heard of this kid, and quietly opened his eyes, and after seeing the painting, his eyes suddenly lit up.

There were many more expressions and movements than before, and it was clear that the painting caught his attention.

Not only him, but all the judges couldn't help but nod.

On the drawing paper, it is a girl sitting alone on the edge of a cliff, looking into the distance.

And at the end, there is an endless starry sky.

The use of spatial dimension, the control of balance, and the near-total precision of color.

It has convinced everyone.

Even Wang Hongliang couldn't help but nod, this is the best work I've seen so far.

After giving some evaluation, Wu Yong stepped down even more arrogantly.

And the next one to play is our Boss Xia.

Since he already knew his serial number before, he took the initiative to run up, and glanced at Wu Yong in the middle.

The latter laughed disdainfully.

Then he calmly went on stage and showed his paintings.

"The name of my work is 'Hell'"